For young girls who swore they'd never learn to cook because their husbands would do all the housework... but eventually married gorgeous, amazing, men who didn't know how to cook either.
Friday, January 29, 2010
I was psyched to find two last slices of bread for my sandwich this morning. I was NOT psyched that they were the heels. I thought I was the queen of ranting... but I think this guy hates bread heels more than me:
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